Dead people, in this place of hell is not something to be fussed about. But the death of four fighters in one night still shocked the other fighters. There is nothing controversial about things, those who kill will always kill them, this is the rule of hell. Genius and I didn't suffer any embarrassment, but were questioned by some stewards. The matter was very clear, and the steward did not say much. The Japanese die and die, and they don't get any sympathy.

This time, it was Han Shan who came to carry the corpse, and he and the other three handymen seemed to be happy to do the job. Han Shan smiled at me and deliberately approached me to tell me that several of them had taken a fancy to the shoes on the feet of the Japanese, no, just one pair per person. Looking at Han Shan's happy face, my heart unconsciously soured, and I threw a pack of cigarettes to Han Shan when he left.

Watching Han Shan take a cigarette and thank Dade for his actions, I took a puff of the cigarette, maybe I have begun to forget the reality of hell here.

When I'm eating or training, I often hear other fighters talking about me. When I turned to look at them, they all quickly shut their mouths and avoided my gaze. Before you know it, the mad dog has become a symbol of the murderer in hell. When I talked to Genius, Genius laughed and said he enjoyed it.

Do I enjoy it? At least not for the time being.

What surprised me the most were the Japanese who were still alive. Originally, I thought that we would end up in an endless end, and I thought about whether to find a chance to ask them into a small dark room one by one, and I didn't want to sleep unrestfully every night. But the Japanese chose a Russian-speaking Naoto Inoue to find me. He knelt in front of me, swore that he would never provoke me again, hoping that we could live in peace in the future, and before leaving, he stuffed a $10,000 envelope into me.

What does that mean? Looking at the bills, I was a little confused. But a genius sentence suddenly enlightened me, he said that this nation is a dog if it is subdued, otherwise it will always be a wolf, and it will bite you at any time. Now, apparently, these little Japan are convinced. And I still like them to be dogs, at least they don't bite me casually.

Counting the banknotes in my hand, I had to feel that the Americans had already understood the Japanese.

My reputation for murder has made many people deliberately keep their distance from me. I'm not a courtesan, I have to make some friends, it's just that no one is my sparring partner and I feel very uncomfortable. Boxing is a thing, and progress will be slow without sparring. And I, desperately need to improve. I want to get out of this place as soon as possible.

Fortunately, through that night, the relationship between Tiancai and me has become much closer, and he will accompany me to the ring from time to time to play a few times. However, although the genius's skills are exquisite, there is nothing qualitative, and everything is done according to his mood, and he often does not come to train. At that time, I could only be lonely and thrashing sandbags or doing some auxiliary strength training.

To say who is stronger in the ring between me and the genius. In terms of boxing, the genius has received traditional boxing training in Europe and the United States, and is more delicate and flexible than me. And the kung fu on my legs, I have to be more solid than the foundation of genius. I'VE HAD BACK-TO-BACK MID-RANGE KICKS THAT HAVE BEEN A GENIUS TO SHOUT "STOP!STOP!" AND WE DIDN'T HAVE A PHYSICAL COMPETITION, JUST A TRAINING ONE. I don't want to underestimate my opponents, and I don't want to underestimate myself. The real battle is still known only after fighting.

At half past nine in the evening, Mike and I lay in bed early and watched a Russian TV series. Mike looked at the five-cent special effects in the Russian drama, full of FUCK, and scolded the shoddy Russian TV and the bloody plot. I stared at the walls of my bedroom in a daze. Although the walls had been repainted, the blood stains were still visible. Sniffing closely, I can still smell a faint smell of blood.

Four lives were lost, and I snapped my fingers.

"Mad Dog, what are you thinking?" Mike looked at me in a daze, "Miss a woman?"

I was stunned, smiled, and echoed: "yes, it's good to want a big-breasted and big-ass girl in my bed." "Here, I'm willing to tell the truth, especially afraid to speak out about my own vulnerability.

"You can go to the toilet and fix it yourself. Mike was serious, "Trust me, it's good for you to release it." Just remember to spray some air freshener when you're done. ”

"Thank you, brother. But where do you see that I need to be released?" I lit a cigarette and thought of my Liu Yuxi, of the night we spent together, and of those affectionate words. I do miss women.

"Please, man. Everyone can see that you have strained your nerves too much, and you don't have a break in your daily training. Mike brought himself a glass of dark beer from the table, he couldn't do without it, "Would you like some?"

"Thanks, don't. I waved my hand. I started to get better at controlling my own cigarettes and alcohol, and I even felt that I could get rid of my dependence on them.

"You can't see the way you train yourself," Mike recalled, looking at the ceiling, "and you're like you're being possessed by a demon, gritting your teeth so frantically that no one dares to come near you." How to put it, you give people the feeling that they are not close to the living, and they are completely mad dogs. ”

"Hey, don't you dare come near me for fear that a mad dog will bite you?" I laughed. I'm getting used to playing the role of Mad Dog, which stops everyone who wants to provoke me, and it's a good role.

After drinking the wine in his hand, Mike lay down on the bed contentedly: "I still think you need to take a break, and if you continue like this, I think you may need to see a psychiatrist." Sorry, I have no ill intentions. ”

"Really?" he pulled out the cigarette butt from his hand and lay down on the bed, "Thank you, Mike." ”

Maybe Mike was right, that I was pulling myself further and further away from the rest of the world.

Am I really going crazy? I look at the muscles in my arms that are getting fuller and stronger, and I'm going to be a strong madman?

I just know that my energy is getting stronger and stronger, and if I don't double down my punches on the sandbag, it's like a stone in my chest. Didn't Archie also say that I was getting stronger?

I can only get out when I'm stronger, and I just want to get out!

"Mad dog, don't get scared of me more and more. With that, Mike turned off the TV and went to sleep.

Don't become more and more scared, I revisited Mike's words over and over again, and a chill rushed to my brain from the soles of my feet. I started to get scared, scared of myself.

Am I becoming more and more scared of myself? I asked myself.

"Knock knock!" a loud knock made Mike curse his mother and get up to open the door.

"Mad Dog, come with me!" the genius eagerly took my hand, "Hurry, hurry!"

"What's wrong?" I sat up, put on a coat, and looked at the excitement on the genius's face, "What's going on?"

"The priest and the old K are fighting, you hurry up, you won't see it any later!" the genius opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth as neat as the American logo!